Chapter 1: Goodbye, High-School Life

[hopefullyyours]

Who: Nagito Komaeda and anybody else
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: 1/30

[Komaeda shows the stars before himself, arranging his bad arm one last time to make certain nothing is showing. It's a wasted effort- his hand is already tightly bundled up under multiple layers of bandage and clothing. He switches the view so he's fully visible.]

Hello, hello! What an interesting setting we're in now. I don't suppose Monokuma has given us any announcements to explain why it looks like we're in space?

[He smiles, eyebrows quirking up. It's an expression that seems to beg forgiveness, though there's a shadow of another expression, a colder one, behind his eyes. The combination of those two layered expressions reads as contempt, but is it just that?] And, goodness my, but it's quiet here. Have I been locked up again? In punishment? I promise you all, I did what I did in order to further you-

... To further hope.

Comments

[hopefullyyours]

I... see. [He looks sort of blankly at his own sweatshirt for a moment.] How could you tell they were going to self-destruct?

[KOMAEDA IS COMPLETELY IMPERVIOUS TO SUCH TONES.]

I don't mean to say that you should spend every single waking moment worrying about it! But rather, as a possibility, you can't deny that it's there, can you? [It's a genuine question. He's fairly certain he hasn't been brainwashed either. Maybe. He thinks.]

[ladiesss]

They were itchy and terrible. And given to us by that Atroma, so, I think you're good.

[good 'cause she's gonna keep being mad!]

I can deny that it's there. For my own mental health.

[hopefullyyours]

Hmmm. Maybe you just don't like wool sweaters to start with?

[And Komaeda is going to keep on being cheerily unsettling! Fun for all!]

But is it really mental health if you're potentially wrapping yourself further in delusion?

[ladiesss]

Well... Yeah I don't like wool sweaters. Does anyone like wool sweaters? They still exploded, though.

[SHE SOUNDS SO FIRM. so sure of herself:] Yes.

[hopefullyyours]

I think I like wool sweaters. Doesn't it depend on what kind of wool it is?

[He shrugs. DO WHAT YOU WANT LADY.